| Song | A Seat at the Table |
| Artist | J. Tillman |
| Album | Singing Ax |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I wanted to build a monument here | |
| With my face in the dirt and my hands in the air | |
| And no one came, and no one cared | |
| So I gathered my bricks and I disappeared | |
| Now someone waits beyond the rich | |
| While you burn through your evenings with traps to build | |
| When your day is done, when your minds at ease | |
| Ill carve a name in your bedpost to remind you of me |